Red Flower Pin Lost Soldiers

-lines off the hook, per


Then in dreams bromide,

all the lifts

is
des-hangs-

gan.


Languages \u200b\u200band browse
like
always say the last word,
governors,
without language, only wet

fence
meat
red.



I go home with tear
broken and the broken panes all jewelry.
pearl necklace.
As if I had been forced
me grief.
landing.



(poems from poems double bitch liar / Hardcore Marta Sanz, editorial Bartleby, best gift of Angel and Elena. Thanks to all three.)